The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1887-06-23

uncle Roger would have married my
Aunt Cornelia years ago, if 1t hadn't
been for y little Misunderstanding"
"Please tell me all about it. said
Rodney. now deeply interested.
''Oh. don't know-it was al | mixed
up. anyway; the village gossips were
to blame for medling AMI circulating
false reports. But after everything
was cleared up. they were both obsti-
nate that neither would give in"
Il know my uncle is very stubborn, )"
laughed the young man. He will
never yield point if he knows he
is wrong"
"And auntie is one Of the sweete st
women in the world, but she will have
her own way in spite OF everybody. /
have seen women storm like fury.
and shed floods of tears, only to end
BY surrendering everything. Auntie is
smiling and serene. never losing her
temper, but when see her mouth close
in q certain way l know that one
might as we'll try to move noun
TAIN"
We'll" said young Marston. II
think will tell my uncle, when he re-
turns from the city. that Miss Barton
wishes to see him."
Then he has gone to the city. too.
When?" inquired Grace. eagerly.
"This morning by the first train.
He received an urgent business des-
patch"
"And Auntie had a telegram, too"
said the girl. her bright face glowing
with delight. "Now they will meet
on the train.
''But they must have met, hundreds
of times, living in the same village.
''Yes, but mamma says they have
scarcely exchanged dozen words. to
any ones knowledge. since tho quar-
rel They pass each other with the
most ceremonious bows. No one ever
dares mention either of them to the
other"
Hour after hour glided by uunoticed
by the pair. Meanwhile. another
wicked mortal in the service of the
presiding demon of April l, had de-
creed meeting between the long
separated lovers.
When Mr.. Marston entered the car
that morning, few people would have
suspected that he had ever experienced
what our French neighbors call IAN
affair of the heart" Handsome.
stalwart, his dark hair only slightly
tinged with gray, he bore the weight
of his 45 years slightly. A scarcely
perceptlble change came over his inn
passive features as he observed the
one lady in the car. A slight COM
preston of the lips, that was all; the
expression was familiar to the court
room. Two or three business men. in
conversation, but they found the
lawyer unusually crusty.
Guess he's got tough case on his
hands, this time" said one.
The lady, graceful, well-bred wom-
an, turned hastily and looked through
the window after his first glance.
Marston seemed to be buried in his
newspaper. Suddenly he arose, turned
the seat, and sat down again. thus fac
ing the others In the car. Then he de-
liberately stared at the lady opposite.
until the attraction of his steady gaze
obliged her to return it. She slightly
inclined her head In acknowledgement
\ of his bow, while flush stole over her
pale face.
Il made her look at ME, any way"
he muttered with grim satisfaction, as
he resumed his reading. Hasn't for
gotten how to blush if she is 49,"
No other incident enlivened the jour.
ney, and the two did not meet un til
evening, when they again occupied the
same car. The roads were in a deplor-
able state on account of the rain, and
the train was delayed at several points.
1t was an hour late, finally, when II
steamed into the village of B. Only
the lawyer and Miss Barton alighted.
The station seemed almost deserted,
and no carriages of any kind were to be
seen. The rain was pouring in torrents
"Where's the hack and the mail
cart?" asked the lawyer of the station
agent
Neither of them came" was the
reply. 'The mail carrier came on foot
The roads are just fearful. Mr.. Marston
The fall of rain on top of so much snow
has caused perfect deluge."
Miss Cornelia Barton had gone intt
the ladies room, pinned up her skirts
and put on her gossamer. and wa
leaving the platform when Roger
Marston overlook her.
"You are not going home to-night?'
said he. in tone of angry surprise.
| "Most certainly" was the calm re
ply, and he could see, though it wa
very dark, how firmly the sweet moutl
was closed
Swat then until l can get liant
ern," said he, impatently going back
but the lady paid no attention. Sh'
was picking her way along with o
much lady-like composure as it is pos
sible to assume with the pavemen t.
ankle-deep in water, when the lawye
again overlook her.
why didn't you waltz" he aske'
snappishlv. You can't find YOU
way without light"
Il was doing very we'll, thank you.
she replied in tone of icy politeness
1.-THE sidewalk Is quite passable.
''Well, you had no umbrella; 20,
would have been dripping wet befor
you reached home"
Every likely; but I didn't wish to in
commode YOU"
'4Oh bother! Come don't walk ava.
from my umbrella. You'll be oblidge'